"You must have thought yourself very good looking lately then," said Adelaide Maud. "Elma," she asked suddenly, "why don't you girls sometimes call me Helen? I think you might by this time."
"I would rather call you Adelaide Maud," said Elma.
"But I can't be a Story Book for ever."
"I shouldn't want to call you Helen when you looked like Miss Dudgeon. Mrs. Dudgeon wouldn't like it, would she?"
Ridgetown traditions still hampered their friendship it seemed.
Adelaide Maud's head fell low.
"Do you know, Elma, in five minutes, if I just had one chance, in five minutes I could get my mother to say that it didn't matter whether you called me Helen or not. But I never get the chance."
"I did one lovely and glorious thing yesterday," said Elma. "Couldn't I do another to-day?"
"I don't know what you did yesterday, but you can't do anything for me to-day," said Adelaide Maud stiffly.
Cuthbert came strolling in. Adelaide Maud looked seriously annoyed.